After losing my mom.
They said it would get better.
In a way, it has
I went from wailing to weeping,
weeping to crying,
crying to shedding tears.
Each & Every Mother’s Day,
six of them,
since she’s been gone.
What I would give for one more day;
One more hour.
But, I did inherit her pragmatism.
I know in the end, the outcome will still be the same.
It pains me to say Happy Mother’s Day to others. It’s not their fault; it’s my own pain. I never mean it to be cruel but it is hard for me to acknowledge this day
It’s harder for me than April 21, the day of her passing
So I do what I know how to do best;
In the hope that some where on the other side of the river Jordan,
she sees and she is proud